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PRINTED FOR THE MALONE SOCIETY BY 

CHARLES WHITTINGHAM & CO. 

AT THE CHISWICK 

PRESS 



THE BATTLE OF 
ALCAZAR 

1594 



V 



THE MALONE SOCIETY 

REPRINTS 

1907 



This reprint of the Battle of Alcazar has been prepared 
by the General Editor and checked by Frank Sidgwick. 

Dec. 1906. W. W. Greg. 



THE BATTLE OF 
ALCAZAR 



THE MALONE SOCIETY 

REPRINTS 

1907 






This reprint of the Battle of Alcazar has been prepared 
by the General Editor and checked by Frank Sidgwick. 

Dec. 1906. W. W. Greg. 



No entry of the Battle of Alcazar is found in the Sta 
tioners' Register. 

According to the title-page of the quarto edition 
printed in 1594 the piece 'was sundrie times plaid by 
the Lord high Admirall his seruants.' Since there is no 
trace of it among the plays recorded by Henslowe as 
having been acted by that company in 1594 (Diary, fols. 
9, etc.), the statement must refer to an earlier occasion. 
This was probably the original performance, which may 
be supposed to have taken place not later than Christmas 
1588, since the play seems to be mentioned, under the 
title of c Tom Stukeley,' in Peek's Farewell to Norris 
and Drake, entered 18 April 1589. It has been usually 
identified with a piece of the name of Muly Mollocco 
('mvlo mvloco ' c mvlomvrco,' etc. ; cf. 1. 1 5) mentioned 
in Henslowe's Diary as having been performed by 
Strange's men on fourteen occasions between 20 (? 21) 
Feb. 1591/2 and 20 Jan. 1592/3 (fols. 7-8); but this, 
though possible, wants confirmation. 

A manuscript ' Plot ' of the play, differing in some 
respects from the printed version, is preserved in the 
British Museum (MS. Add. 10,449, fl- 3)- This is 
imperfect, but can be confidently assigned on internal 
evidence to the Admiral's company, and about the year 



A passage from the second act (11. 512, 516-21) was 
quoted by Jonson in his Poetaster (III. iv ; 1 61 6, p. 308). 
The only variant reading is c fore-runners ' in place of 
' fore-tellers ' in the last line. 

Malone first ascribed the Battle of Alcazar to George 
Peele, on what grounds is not known. His conjecture 
was confirmed by Dyce, who pointed out that six lines 
from the play (11. 467-72) are quoted above Peele's 



name in England 9 s Parnassus (1600, s.v. Country). Such 
an attribution is not, indeed, indisputable evidence, but 
in the present case there is no reason to suppose it in 
correct. The author seems to have used the ' Historia 
de Bello Africano ... in Latinum translata per loannem 
Thomam Freigium D. Noribergae ' (1580). A contem 
porary account of the battle will also be found in the 
State Papers (Foreign, Aug. 1578). 

The only early edition which is known to have ap 
peared is dated 1594. Of this there are copies in the 
British Museum (C. 34. b. i), Bodleian, Dyce, and Huth 
libraries, all perfect except for the blank leaf at the end, 
which is uniformly absent. The text is seriously corrupt, 
and the printing very irregular in the use of italics for 
names and stage directions. Anomalous instances of 'v' 
(medially), V (e.g. before c d'), and P (before c f) occur; 
also a sprinkling of wrong fount letters which have not 
been retained in the reprint. The smallness of the type, 
the narrowness of the spacing, and the irregularity of the 
casting, combine to make it difficult to decide for cer 
tain where spaces occur and where not. It seemed safest, 
under the circumstances, to give the printer the benefit 
of the doubt, where the meaning was clear, and to call 
attention to doubtful points in the subjoined list. Since 
this list is merely intended to substantiate the fidelity 
of the reprint, only such irregularities are, as a rule, 
recorded as escaped notice in the careful edition of 
Peele's works by A. H. Bullen. The British Museum 
and Dyce copies, which differ in a few readings (see 
list), have been collated throughout for the purposes of 
the present reprint, while the others recorded above have 
been consulted on specific points. One copy often sup 
plies small deficiencies, such as defaced letters and the 

vi 



like, occurring in another. Little value attaches to the 
punctuation of the original : it has been scrupulously 
reproduced, but no notice of its frequent irregularities is 
taken in the following list. The original is printed in a 
roman type of the usual character and a body slightly 
smaller than modern Pica (20 11. = 82 mm.). 



IRREGULAR AND DOUBTFUL READINGS 



T.P. 


9. Asi t (B.M.) Asit 


Text 897. lead 




(Dyce, Huth) 


915. receines 




12. fhopp e (?) 


965. pretends 


H.T. 


i. Alcazzar (Dyce, Bodl.) 


985. Ropofe 


R.T. 


A3 V . Alcazzar (Dyce y Bodl.) 


1017. dant 


Text 


17. deifnes 


1079. Areil (Arzil ?) 




71. Alhaile 


1097. thinkes 




101. ofthis (?) 


1132. firftdifpofe, (?) 




139. Muli zaref 


1144. force, (comma doubtful) 




143. Mulizaref 


1164. a duife (?) 




263. Muly Zarif 


1 1 89. vncaldel (?) 




267. blond, 


1193. exclime 




292. flght 


1216. wine 




305. fecunda. 


1227. a worke, (?) 




450. yoo 


1233. Driuc 




513. wonnd 


1249. Tifons (Titan's ?) 




518. foule (?) 


1270. defcendethfame (?) 




568. Father s (?) 


1281. Cafyopa 




582. lyons (raw\ see Plot) 


1297. Geue 




590. childlifh 


1302. ftill. then (?) 




605. ofall,(?) 


1336. Skirmidge, 




619. Sebajiian (the e is indis 


1379. ouer-rod. 




tinguishable) 


1389. borfe (B.M., Dyce) 




698. vnro (?) 


1411. rulthlefTe 




750. Veptune 


1423. Eocus, 




766. fore (B.M. only) 


1488. Lifhborne 




792. fath 


1505. MahometSeth (?) 




847. with (will ?) 





The quarto prints: Anwerpe, Argier, Cardis, Lisborne, and Tangar or 
Tanger. 

vii 



LIST OF CHARACTERS, 

in order of entrance. 



The Presenter. 



ABDELMELEC, uncle of the Moor. 
CALSEPIUS BASSA! r ,, r A , 





ABDIL RAVES 

MULY MAHAMET XEQUE (SETH), 

brother of Abdelmelec. 
RUBIN ARCHES, widow of Abdel- 

munen. 

MULY MAHAMET, the Moor. 
MULY MAHAMET, the younger, his 

son. 

PISANO, his captain. 
a Messenger. 
a Queen. 

DIEGO LOPIS, governor of Lisbon. 
an Irish Bishop. 
TOM STUKLEY. 

JONAS 1 Italians in Stukley's ser- 
HERCULESJ vice. 
CALIPOLIS, wife of the Moor. 
ZAREO, a follower of the Moor. 
SEBASTIAN, king of Portugal. 



his 
follow- 



of 



The Duke of AVERO 
The Duke of BARCELES 
LEWES DE SELVA . 

CHRISTOPHERO DETAVERAJ ers * 
Ambassadors from the Moor. 
Ambassadors of Spain, 
a Legate. 

a Follower of Stukley (?). 
DON DE MENYSIS, governor 

Tangier. 

two Captains in his service. 
Lord LODOWICK. 
CELYBYN, a follower of Abdelmelec. 
a Boy, serving the Moor. 
a Portuguese soldier, 
a Moorish soldier(P). 

In the Dumb Shows. 

two young Brothers of the Moor. 

two Murderers. 

ABDELMUNEN, uncle of the Moor. 

three Ghosts. 

FAME. 

Moors, Janissaries, Ladies, Soldiers. 



The names are to some extent corrupt. Muly Mahamet Xeque is 
called Muly Mahamet Seth in his later entrances. The two Zareos are 
probably due to confusion. Calipolis properly enters in I. ii, and is 
addressed, though she has no part in the scene (cf. 1. 221, and see Plot). 
Lord Lodowick is addressed (1. 1052), but has no part. He is presumably 
the Lodevico Caesar mentioned later (1. 1114). 



The thanks of the Society are due to Mr. A. H. Huth 
for information concerning his copy of the original. 



Vlll 







BAT TELL 

6 > P A L C A Z A R,F O Y G H T 

in Barbaric, betweene Sebaftian king 

of PortugalUnd Abdelmdec king 

otMarocco. With the 

death of Captaine 



Asit was fuiidric times plaid by the Lord high him* 
rail his ieruants, 




Imprinted at London by Edward AHde for Richard 
Bankworth,andarctobefoldcathi5ihopptiR 

Pools Churchyardat the figncof the 
Sunac. J y 9 4? 



A I RECTO. 




The Tragical! battcll of Alcazzar in Barba- 

^./ 

nc. With the death of three Kings, and 
Captamc Stukley an Eqglifhman* 




iS! Oiior the fpurrc t hat prick? the prince* 
Vt ly mindc, 

| To tblio we rule and chmbe the ftarely 
chaire; (gall^ 

With great defireinfljmesthe Portia/* 
"An honorable and couragious king s 
Tovndertakca dangerous dreadful! w^rre, 
And aide with chnflian armcithe barbarous Moore* 
The Negro Afuly Hdmer t hat wi th-ho! ds 
ThekingdomefroQi his vnk'e Abdibndw* 
Whom proud Abddus wrongd, 
And in his throne mftals his c uell (bnne, 
That now vfurps vpon this prince, 
This braue Baibanan Lord ASaly Molocc*. 
7'he padagc to thccrowne by murder nude, 
AbdalUs dies, and deifncs this tyrant k rig, 
Ofwhocnc wetreatefprongfromthf Arabian moors 
Bbuke in Ms looke,aDdb f oudie in his deeds, 
And in his fhirt llaind with a c : oijd of orc f 
Prclcnts hiintelfe with naked fword in fund, 
Accompanied is now you nwy behold, 
With devils cotcdin the fliapcs of mcnr 

"A i The 



A 2 RECTO. 



FACSIMILES BY HORACE HART, M.A., AT THE OXFORD UNIVERSITY PRESS 



THE 

BATTELL 

OF ALCAZAR, FOVGHT 

in Barbaric, betweene Sebaftian king 

of Portugal!, and Abdelmelec king 

of Marocco. With the 

death of Captaine 

Stukeley. 

As it was fundrie times plaid by the Lord high Admi- 
rall his feruants. 



Imprinted at London by Edward Allde for Richard 

Bankworth, and are to be folde at his moppe in 

Pouls Churchyard at the figne of the 

Sunne. 1594. 



The Tragicall battell of Alcazar in Barba- 
With the death of three Kings, and 



ne. 



Captaine Stukley an Englifhman. 



H 



Enter the Pref enter. Act I 

Onor the fpurre that pricks the prince 
ly minde, 

To followe rule and climbe the ftately 
chaire, (gall. 

With great defire inflames the Portin- 

An honorable and couragious king, 
To vndertake a dangerous dreadfull warre, 
And aide with chriftian armes the barbarous Moore, 
The Negro Muly Hamet that with-holds 10 

The kingdome from his vnkle Abdilmelec^ 
Whom proud Abdallas wrongd, 
And in his throne inftals his cruell fonne, 
That now vfurps vpon this prince, 
This braue Barbarian Lord Muly Molocco. 
The paflage to the crowne by murder made, 
Abdallas dies, and deifnes this tyrant king, 
Of whome we treate fprong from the Arabian moore 
Blacke in his looke, and bloudie in his deeds, 
And in his fhirt flaind with a cloud of gore, 20 

Prefents himfelfe with naked fword in hand, 
Accompanied as now you may behold, 
With deuils coted in the fhapes of men. 

A 2 The 



The battell of Alcazar 

The firft dumbe (hew. 

Enter Muly Mahamet and bisfonne, and his two young 
brethren^ the Moore Jh ewe tb them the bed> and then takes his 
leaue of them ^ and they betake them to their reft. And then 
the pr ef enter Jpeaketh. 

Like thofe that were by kind of murther mumd, 
30 Sit downe and fee what hainous ftratagems 
Thefe damned wits contriue. And lo alas 
How lyke poore lambes prepard for facrifice, 
This traitor king hales to their longeft home, 
Thefe tender Lords his yonger brethren both. 

The fecond dumbe fhew. 

Enter the Moore and two murdrers bringing in his vnkle 
Abdelmunen^ then they draw the curtains and Jmoother the 
yong princes in the bed. Which done^ in fight of the vnkle they 
fir angle him in his cbaire, and then goe forth. And then the 

40 Prejenter faith. 

His brethren thus in fatall bed behearft, 

His fathers brother of too light beleefe, 

This Negro puts to death by proud command. 

Saie not thefe things are faind, for true they are, 

And vnderftand how eager to inioy 

His fathers crowne, this vnbeleeuing Moore 

Murthering his vnkle and his brethren, 

Triumphs in his ambitious tyrannic, 

Till Nemifis high miftres of reuenge, 

50 That with her fcourge keepes all the world in awe, 
With thundering drums awakes the God of warre, 
And cals the furies from Auernus crags, 
To range and rage, and vengeance to inflict 
Vengeance on this accurfed Moore for finne, 
And now behold how Abdelmelec comes, 
Vnkle to this vnhappie traitor king, 

Armde 



in Barbaric. 

Armd with great aide that Amurath had fent, 

Great Amurath Emperor of the Eaft, 

For feruice done to Sultan Solimon y 

Vnder whofe colours he had ferud in field, 60 

Flying the furie of this Negroes father, 

That wrongd his brethren to inftall his fonne. 

Sit you and fee this true and tragicke warre, 

A modern matter full of bloud and ruth, 

Where three bolde kings confounded in their height, 

Fell to the earth contending for a crowne, 

And call this warre The battell of Alcazar. Exit. 

Sound Drummes and trumpets, and enter Abdilmelec Act I 
with Calfepius Bajsa and his gard y and Zareo a Moore with sc - i 
Jouldiers. 70 

AbdeL Alhaile Argerd Zareo and yee Moores, 
Salute the frontires of your natiue home, 
Ceafe ratling drums, and Abdilmelec here 
Throw vp thy trembling hands to heauens throne 
Pay to thy God due thankes, and thankes to him 
That ftrengthens thee with mightie gracious armes, 
Againft the proud vfurper of thy right, 
The roiall feate and crowne of Barbaric, 
Great Amurath great Emperour of the world, 
The world beare witnefTe how I do adore 80 

The facred name of Amurath the great. 
Calcepius Bafla, Bafla Calcepius 
To thee and to thy truftie band of men 
That carefully attend vs in our camp, 
Pickt fouldiers comparable to the guard 
Of Mermidons, that kept Achilles tent 
Such thankes we giue to thee, and to them all, 
As may conferne a poore diftrefTed king 
In honour and in princely curtefie. 

A 3 Baf. 



The battell of Alcazar 

90 Bafsa. Curteous and honourable Abdilmelec, 
We are not come at Amuratbs command, 
As merfenarie men to ferue for pay, 
But as fure friends by our great mafter fent 
To gratifie and to remunerate, 
Thy loue, thy loialtie, and forwardnes, 
Thy feruice in his fathers dangerous warre, 
And to performe in view of all the world, 
The true office of right and roialtie, 
To fee thee in thy kingly chaire inthronde, 

100 To fettle and to feate thee in the fame, 
To make thee Emperor of this Barbaric, 
Are come the viferoies and fturdie lanifaries 
Of Amuratb, fonne to Sultan Solimon. 

Enter Muly Mabamet Xeque, Rubin Arches, Abdil 

with others. 



Abdil Rayes Long Hue my Lord the foueraigne of 

my heart, 

Lord Abdilmelecke whom the God of kings, 
The mightie Amuratb hath happie made, 
no And long Hue Amuratb for this good deed. 

Muly Mab. Our Moores haue feen the filuer moons 

to wane, 

In banners brauely fpreading ouer the plaine, 
And in this femicircles haue defcride 
All in a golden field a ftarre to rife, 
A glorious comet that begins to blafe, 
Promifing happie forting to vs all. 

Rubyn. Braue man at armes whom Amuratb hath fent 
To fow the lawfull true fucceeding feed 
120 In Barbaric, that bowes and grones withall 
Vnder a proud vfurping tyrants mafe, 
Right thou the wrongs this rightfull king hath borne. 

Abd. 



in Barbaric. 

Abdilm. DiftrefTed ladies and yee dames of Fefle, 
Sprong from the true Arabian Muly Xarif 
The loadftarre and the honor of our line, 
Now cleere your watrie eies, wipe teares away, 
And cheerfully giue welcome to thefe armes, 
Amurath hath fent fcourges by his men, 
To whip that tyrant traitor king from hence, 
That hath vfurpt from vs, and maimd you all. 130 

Souldiers fith rightfull quarrels ayde 
Succeffull are, and men that manage them 
Fight not in feare as traitors and their pheres 
That you may vnderftand what armes we beare, 
What lawfull armes againft our brothers fonne, 
In fight of heauen, euen of mine honors worth, 
Truly I will deliuer and difcourfe 
The fumme of all. Defcended from the line 
Of Mahomet, our grand fire Muli zaref 
With ftore of golde and treafure leaues Arabia, 140 

And ftrongly plants himfelfe in Barbary, 
And of the Moores that now with vs do wend, 
Our grandfire Mulizaref vr&s the firft, 
From him well wot ye Muly Mabamet Xeque, 
Who in his life time made a perfect lawe, 
Confirmd with generall voice of all his peeres 
That in his kingdome mould fuccefsiuely 
His fonnes fucceede. Abdullas was the firft 
Eldeft of faire Abdelmenen the fecond, 

And we the reft my brother and my felfe, 150 

Abdullas raigned his time. But fee the change, 
He labours to inueft his fonne in all, 
To difanull the lawe our father made, 
And dif-inherite vs his brethren, 
And in his life time wrongfully proclaimes, 
His fonne for king that now contends with vs, 
Therefore I craue to reobtaine my right 

That 



The battell of Alcazar 

That Muly Mabamet the traitor holdes, 
Traitor and bloudie tyrant both at once, 

1 60 That murthered his yonger brethren both, 
But on this damned wretch, this traitor king, 
The Gods fhal poure down fhowers of fharp reuenge. 
And thus a matter not to you vnknowen 
I haue deliuered. Yet for no diftruft 
Of loyaltie my welbeloued friend, 
But that the occafions frefh in memorie 
Of thefe incumbers, fo may moue your mindes, 
As for the lawfull true fucceeding prince, 
Ye neither thinke your Hues nor honors deare 

170 Spent in a quarrell iuft and honorable. 

Baffa. Such and no other we repute the caufe, 
That forwardly for thee we vndertake, 
Thrice puifant and renowmed Abdilmelec, 
And for thine honor, fafetie and crowne, 
Our Hues and honours frankly to expofe, 
To all the dangers that our warre attends, 
As freely and as refolutely all, 
As anie Moore whom thou commandeft moft. 
Muly Xe. And why is Abdilmelec then fo flow 

1 80 To chaftife him with furie of the fword, 

Whofe pride doth fwell to fway beyond his reach, 
Follow this pride then with furie of reuenge. 

Rub. Ar. Of death, of bloud, of wreake, and deepe 

reuenge, 

Shall Rubin Archis frame her tragicke fongs, 
In bloud, in death, in murther and mifdeede, 
This heauens mallice did begin and end. 

Abdilm. Rubin thefe rights to Abdelmunens ghoft, 
Haue pearft by this to Plutos graue below, 

190 The bels of Pluto ring reuenge amaine, 

The furies and the fiends confpire with thee, 
Warre bids me drawe my weapons for reuenge 

Of 



in Barbaric. 

Of my deepe wrongs, and my deare brothers death. 

Muly Xe. Sheath not your fwords you foulders of A- 

murath, 

Sheath not your fwords you Mores of Barbary 
That fight in right of your annointed king, 
But follow to the gates of death and hell, 
Pale death and hell to entertaine his foule. 
Follow I faie to burning Pblegiton, 200 

This traitor tyrant and his companies. 

Baf. Heaue vp your fwords againft thefe ftony holds, 
Wherein thefe barbarous rebels are inclofde, 
Called for is Abdilmelec by the Gods, 
To fit vpon the throne of Barbaric. 

Abd. Ra. BafTa great thankes the honor of the Turks. 
Forward braue Lords vnto this rightfull warre, 
How can this battell but fuccesfull be, 
Where courage meeteth with a rightfull caufe ? 

Rub. Go in good time my beft beloued Lord, 210 

Succesfull in thy worke thou vndertakes. Exit. 

Enter the Moore in his Chariot, attended with hisjonne. Act I 
Pifano his caftaine with his gard and treajure. * c > * 

Moore. Pifano y take a cornet of our horfe, 
As many argolets and armed pikes, 
And with our carriage march awaie before 
By Scyras, and thofe plots of ground 
That to Moroccus leads the lower waie. 
Our enemies keepe vpon the mountaine tops, 
And haue incampt themfelues not farre from Fefle, 220 
Madame, gold is the glue, finewes, and ftrength of war, 
And we muft fee our treafure may go fafe, 
Away. 
Now boy whats the newes ? 

Muly Mah. The newes my Lord is warre, warre and 

B reuenge. 



The battell of Alcazar 

reuenge. 

And if I (hall declare the circumftance, 
Tis thus. 
Rubyn our vnkles wife that wrings her hands 

230 For Abdilmunens death, accompanied 

With many dames of Fefle in mourning weeds, 
Neere to Argier encountred Abdilmelec, 
That bends his force puft vp with Amuraths aide, 
Againft your holds and caftles of defence. 
The yonger brother Muly Mahamet Seth, 
Greets the great Bafla, that the king of Turkes 
Sends to inuade your right and royall realme, 
And bafely beg reuenge, arch-rebels all, 
To be inflict vpon our progenie. 

240 Moore. Why boy, is Amuraths Bafsa fuch a bug, 
That he is markt to do this doubtie deed ? 
Then BafTa locke the winds in wards of brafle, 
Thunder from heauen damne wretched men to death 
Barre all the offices of Saturnes fonnes, 
Be Pluto then in hell and barre the fiends, 
Take Neptunes force to thee and calme the feas, 
And execute loues iuftice on the world, 
Conuey Tamberlaine into our Affrike here, 
To chaftice and to menace lawfull kings, 

250 Tamberlaine triumph not, for thou muft die 
As Philip did, Caefar, and Csefars peeres. 

Muly Mab. The BafTa grofly flattered to his face, 
And Amuraths praife aduancde aboue the found 
Vpon the plaines, the fouldiers being fpread, 
And that braue gard of fturdie Janizaries, 
That Amurath to Abdilmelec gaue, 
And bad him boldly be to them as fafe, 
As if he flept within a walled towne, 
Who take them to their weapons threatning reuenge. 

260 Bloudie reuenge, bloudie reuengefull warre. 

Moore. 



in Barbarie. 

Moore. Awaie, and let me heare no more of this, 
Why boy, are we fuccefTours to the great Abdilmelec, 
Descended from the Arabian Muly Zarif, 
And mall we be afraide of BafTas and of bugs, 
Rawe head and bloudie bone ? 
Boy, feeft here this femitarie by my fide, 
Sith they begin to bath in blond,- 
Bloud be the theame whereon our time fhall tread, 
Such {laughter with my weapon fhall I make, 
As through the ftreame and bloudie chanels deepe, 270 
Our Moores fhall faile in mips and pinnaces, 
From Tanger more vnto the gates of FefTe. 

Muly Mab. And of thofe flaughtered bodies fhall 

thy fonne, 

A huge towre erect like Nemrods frame, 
To threaten thofe vniuft and parciall Gods, 
That to Abdallas lawfull feed denie, 
A long, a happie, and triumphant raigne. 

Sound an alarum within, and enter a 

mefTenger. 280 

MeJ. Flie king of FefTe, king of Moroccus flie, 
Flie with thy friends Emperour of Barbary, 
O flie the fword and furie of the foe, 
That rageth as the ramping lyonefle, 
In refcue of her yonglings from the beare, 
Thy townes and holds by numbers bafely yeeld, 
Thy land to Abdilmelecs rule refignes, 
Thy carriage and thy treafure taken is 
By Amuraths fouldiers, that haue fworne thy death, 
Flie Amuraths power, and Abdilmelecs threats, 290 

Or thou and thine looke heere to breath your laft. 

More. Villain, what dreadfull found of death & flght 
Is this, wherewith thou doeft afflict our eares? 
But if there be no fafetie to abide 

B 2 The 



The battell of Alcazar 

The fauor, fortune, and fuccefle of warre. 
Away in haft, roule on my chariot wheeles 
Reftleffe, till I be fafely fet in fhade 
Of fome vnhanted place, fome blafted groue 
Of deadly hue, or difmall cypres tree, 
300 Farre from the light or comfort of the Sunne, 

There to curfe heauen, and he that heaues me hence, 
To feeke as Enuie at Cecropes gate, 
And pine the thought and terrour of mifhaps, 
Awaie. Exit. 

Act u Actusfecunda. Sccena prima. 

Alarum. 

And then the prefenter fpealceth. 
Now warre begins his rage and ruthlefle raine, 
And Nemifis with bloudie whip in hand, 

310 Thunders for vengeance on this Negro moore. 
Nor may the filence of the fpeechleffe night, 
Diuine Architects of murthers and mifdeeds, 
Of tragedies, and tragicke tyrannies, 
Hide or containe this barbarous crueltie 
Of this vfurper to his progenie. 

Three ghofts crying Vindicta. 
Hearke Lords, as in a hollow place a farre, 
The dreadfull fhrikes and clamors that refound, 
And found reuenge vpon this traitors foule, 

320 Traitor to kinne and kinde, to Gods and men. 
Now Nemifis vpon her doubling drum, 
Moude with this gaftly mone, this fad complaint, 
Larumes aloud into Alectos eares, 
And with her thundering wakes whereas they lie, 
In caue as darke as hell, and beds of fteele, 
The furies iuft impes of dire reuenge, 

Reuenge 



in Barbaric. 

Reuenge cries Abdilmelecs grieued ghoft, 

And roufeth with the terror of this noife 

Thefe nymphs of Erybus. Wreake and reuenge 

Ring out the foules of his vnhappie brethren, 330 

And now ftart vp thefe torments of the world, 

Wakt with the thunder of Ramufians drum, 

And feareful ecchos of thefe grieued ghofts, 

Alecto with her brand and bloudie torch, 

Megsera with her whip and fnakie haire, 

Tyfiphone with her fatall murthering yron, 

Thefe three confpire, thefe three complaine & mone, 

Thus Muly Mahamet is a counfell held, 

To wreake the wrongs and murthers thou haft done. 

By this imagine was this barbarous Moore 340 

Chafed from his dignitie and his diademe, 

And Hues forlorne among the mountaine fhrubs, 

And makes his food the flefh of fauage beafts. 

Amureths fouldiers haue by this inftald 

Good Abdelmelec in his roiall feate, 

The dames of FefTe and ladies of the land, 

In honor of the fonne of Soliman, 

Erect a ftatue made of beaten gold, 

And iing to Amurath fongs of lafting praife. 

Muly Mahamets furie ouer-rulde, 350 

His crueltie controld, and pride rebukt, 

Now at laft when fober thoughts renude, 

Care of his kingdome and defired crowne, 

The aide that once was offered and refusde 

By meffengers, he furioufly imployes, 

Sebaftians aide braue king of Portugall, 

He forward in all armes and chiualrie 

Hearkens to his Embafladors, and grants 

What they in letters and by words intreate. 

Now liften lordings now begins the game, 

B 3 Sebafti- 



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Sebaftians tragedie in this tragicke warre. 

Act II Alarum within, and then enter Abdilmelec, Muly 
sc - ' Mahamet Seth, Calfepius BafTa, with Moores and la- 
nizaries, and the Ladies. 

AbdiL Now hath the Sun difplaid his golden beams, 
And duskie clouds difpearft, the welkin cleeres, 
Wherein the twentie coloured rainbow fhewes, 
After this fight happie and fortunate. 
Wherein our Moores haue loft the day, 

370 And victorie adornd with fortunes plumes, 
Alights on Abdelmelecs glorious creaft, 
Here finde we time to breath, and now begin 
To paie thy due and duties thou doeft owe, 
To heauen and earth, to Gods and Amurath. 

Sound Trumpets. 

And now drawe neere, and heauen and earth giue eare 
Giue eare and record heauen and earth with me, 
Ye Lords of Barbarie hearken and attend, 
Hearke to the wordes I fpeake, and vowe I make, 

380 To plant the true fuccefsion of the crowne, 
Loe Lords, in our feate roiall to fucceede, 
Our onely brother here we doo inftall, 
And by the name of Muly Mahamet Seth, 
Intitle him true heire vnto the crowne, 
Ye Gods of heauen gratulate this deed, 
That men on earth may therwith ftand content. 
Lo thus my due and duetie is done, I paie 
To heauen and earth, to Gods and Amurath. 
Sound Trumpets. 

390 Muly Mah. Renowmed BafTa, to remunerate 
Thy worthines and magnanimitie, 
Behold the nobleft ladies of the land, 
Bring prefent tokens of their gratitude. 

Rubin 



in Barbaric. 

Rub. Ar. Rubin that breaths but for reuenge, 
BafTa by this commends her felfe to thee 
Refigne the token of her thankfulnes 
To Amurath the God of earthly kings. 
Doth Rubin giue and facrifke her fonne, 
Not with fweet fmoake of fire, or fweet perfume, 
But with his fathers fword, his mothers thankes 400 

Doth Rubin giue her fonne to Amurath. 

<2>ueene. As Rubin giues her fonne, fo we our felues 
To Amurath giue, and fall before his face. 
Bafla, weare thou the golde of Barbaric, 
And glifter like the pallace of the Sunne, 
In honour of the deed that thou haft dun. 

Baf. Well worthie of the aide of Amurath, 
Is Abdilmelec and thefe noble dames, 
Rubin thy fonne I {hall ere long beftow, 
Where thou doeft him bequeath in honours fee, 410 

On Amurath, mightie Emperor of the Earl, 
That fhall receiue the impe of roiall race, 
With cheerefull lookes and gleames of princely grace, 
This chofen gard of Amuraths lenizaries, 
I leaue to honor and attend on thee, 
King of Marocco conqueror of thy foes, 
True king of FefTe, Emperor of Barbaric, 
Muly Molocco Hue and keepe thy feate, 
In fpite of fortunes fpite or enemies threats, 
Ride Bafla now, bold Bafsa homeward ride, 4.20 

As glorious as great Pompey in his pride. 

Exit omnes. 

Enter Diego Lopis gouernor of Lisborne^the Jrijb Bijhop, Act II 
Stukley y Ionas y and Hercules. sc - ** 

Dieg. Welcome to Lisborne valiant Catholikes, 
Welcome braue Englifh-men to Portugall, 
Moft reuerent primate of the Irifh Church. 

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And noble Stukeley famous by thy name, 

Welcome, thrice welcome to Sebaftians towne, 
430 And welcome Englifh captaines to you all. 

It ioyeth vs to fee his holynes fleet, 

Caft ancor happily vpon our coaft. 

Bijhop. Thefe welcomes worthie gouernor of Lif- 
borne, 

Argue an honorable minde in thee, 

But treate of our misfortune therewithall, 

To Ireland by pope Gregories command, 

Were we all bound, and therefore thus imbarkt, 

To land our forces there at vnawares, 
440 Conquering the land for his holynefle, 

And fo reftore it to the Romane faith, 

This was the caufe of our expedition, 

And Ireland long ere this had bin fubdude, 

Had not foule weather brought vs to this bay. 

Diego. Vnder correction, are ye not all Englifhmen, 

And longs not Ireland to that kingdome Lords ? 

Then may I fpeake my confcience in the caufe, 

Sance fcandall to the holy fea of Rome, 

Vnhonorable is this expedition, 
450 And misbefeeming yoo to meddle in. 

Stuk. Lord gouernour of Lisborne vnderftand, 

As we are Englifhmen, fo are we men, 

And I am Stukley fo refolude in all, 

To follow rule, honor and Emperie, 

Not to be bent fo ftrictly to the place, 

Wherein at firft I blew the fire of life, 

But that I may at libertie make choife, 

Of all the continents that bounds the world, 

For why ? I make it not fo great defert 
460 To be begot or borne in anie place, 

Sith thats a thing of pleafure and of eafe, 

That might haue bin performd elfe-where as well. 

Die 



in Barbaric. 

Die. Follow what your good pleafure will. 
Good Captaine Stukley be it farre from me 
To take exceptions beyond my priuiledge. 

Bijb. Yet captaine giue me leaue to fpeake, 
We muft affect our countrie as our parents, 
And if at anie time we alianate 
Our loue or induftrie from doing it honor, 
It muft refpect effects and touch the foule, 470 

Matter of confcience and religion, 
And not defire of rule or benefite. 

Stuk. Well faid Bifhop, fpoken like your felfe, 
The reuerent lordly bifhop of faint Affes. 

Here. The bifhop talkes according to his coate, 
And takes not meafure of it by his minde, 
You fee he hath it made thus large and wide, 
Becaufe he may conuert it as he lift, 
To anie forme may fit the fafhion beft, 

Bijh. Captaine you do me wrong to defcant thus, 480 
Vpon my coate or double confcience, 
And cannot anfwere it in another place. 

Die. Tis but in ieft, Lord bifhop put it vp, 
And all as friends daine to be entertaind, 
As my abilitie here can make prouifion, 
Shortly fhall I conduct you to the king, 
Whofe welcomes euermore to ftrangers are, 
Princely and honorable as his ftate becomes. 

Stuk. Thankes worthie gouernor, come bifhop come 
Will you mew fruits of quarrell and of wrath, 
Come let vs in with my Lord of Lisborne here. 
And put all confcience into one caroufe, 
Letting it out againe, as we may Hue. 
There fhall no action pafse my hand or fword, 
That cannot make a ftep to gaine a crowne, 
No word fhall pafTe the office of my tong, 
That founds not of affection to a crowne, 

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No thought hauc being in my lordly breft, 
That workes not euerie waie to win a crowne, 

500 Deeds, wordes and thoughts fhall all be as a kings, 
My chiefeft companie fhall be with kings, 
And my deferts fhall counterpoife a kings, 
Why mould not I then looke to be a king? 
I am the marques now of Ireland made, 
And will be fhortly king of Ireland, 
King of a mole-hill had I rather be, 
Than the richeft fubiect of a monarchic, 
Huffe it braue minde, and neuer ceafe t'afpire, 

509 Before thou raigne fole king of thy defire. Exeunt. 
Act II Enter the Moore, with Calipolis his wife, Muly Mahamet 
sc - *** his fonne, and two others. 

Moore. Where art thou boy, where is Calypolis? 
O deadly wonnd that pafTeth by mine eie, 
The fatall prifon of my fwelling heart! 
O fortune conftant in vnconftancie ! 
Fight earth-quakes in the intrailes of the earth, 
And Eafterne whirl-windes in the hellim fhades, 
Some foule contagion of the infected heauen, 
Blaft all the trees, and in their curfed tops, 

520 The difmall night rauen and tragike owle 
Breed, and become fore-tellers of my fall, 
The fatall ruine of my name and me, 
Adders and ferpents hifle at my difgrace, 
And wound the earth with anguifh of their ftings, 
Now Abdelmelec, now triumph in Fefle, 
Fortune hath made thee king of Barbary. 

Caly. Alas my Lord, what boots thefe huge exclaims 
To aduantage vs in this diftreft eftate, 

pittie our perplext eftate my Lord, 

530 And turne all curfes to fubmifTe complaints, 
And thofe complaints to actions of reliefe, 

1 faint my Lord, and naught may curfing plaintes 

Refrefh 



in Barbaric. 

Refrefh the fading fubftance of my life. 

Moore. Faint all the world, confume and be accurft, 
Since my ftate faints and is accurft. 

Calyp. Yet patience Lord to conquere forrowes fo. 

More. What patience is for him that lacks his crown ? 
There is no patience where the loffe is fuch, 
The fhame of my difgrace hath put on wings, 
And fwiftly flies about this earthly ball, 540 

Car'ft thou to Hue then fond Calypolis, 
When he that mould giue efTence to thy foule, 
He on whofe glorie all thy ioy mould ftay, 
Is fouleleffe, gloryleffe, and defperate, 
Crying for battell, famine, fword and fire, 
Rather then calling for reliefe or life. 
But be content, thy hunger mall haue end, 
Famine mall pine to death and thou malt Hue, 
I will go hunt thefe curfed folitaries, 

And make the fword and target here my hound, 550 

To pull downe lyons and vntamed beafts. Exit. 

Mab. Tufh mother, cherim your vnheartie foule, 
And feede with hope of happines and eafe, 
For if by valor or by policie, 
My kingly father can be fortunate, 
We ftiall be loues commanders once againe, 
And flourim in a three-fold happines. 

Zareo His maieftie hath fent Sebaftian 
The good and harmelefTe king of Portugall, 
A promife to refigne the roialtie 560 

And kingdome of Marocco to his hands, 
But when this haughtie offer takes effect, 
And workes affiance in Sebaftian, 
My gracious Lord warnd wifely to aduife, 
I doubt not but will watch occafion, 
And take her fore-top by the flendereft haire, 
To rid vs of this miferable life. 

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Mab. Good madame cheere your felfe, my Fathers 

wife, 
570 He can fubmit himfelfe and Hue below, 

Make fhew of friendfhip, promife, vow and fweare, 

Till by the vertue of his faire pretence, 

Sebaftian trufting his integritie, 

He makes himfelfe poflefsor of fuch fruits, 

As grow vpon fuch great aduantages. 

Calip. But more dimonor hangs on fuch mifdeeds, 
Than all the profit their returne can beare, 
Such fecret iudgements hath the heauens impofde 
Vpon the drouping ftate of Barbaric, 
580 As publike merites in fuch lewd attempts, 
Hath drawne with violence vpon our heads. 

Enter Muly Mahamet with lyons flejh vpon 
hisfworde. 

Mu. Ma. Hold thee Calypolis feed and faint no more, 

This flem I forced from a lyoneffe, 

Meate of a princerTe, for a princefTe meate, 

Learne by her noble ftomacke to efteeme 

Penurie plentie, in extreameft dearth, 

Who when me fawe her foragement bereft, 

590 Pinde not in melancholy or childlim feare, 
But as braue mindes are ftrongeft in extreames, 
So me redoubling her former force 
Rangde thorough the woodes, and rent the breeding 

vaultes 

Of proudeft fauages to faue her felfe, 
Feede then and faint not faire Calypolis, 
For rather than fierce famine mall preuaile, 
To gnaw thy intrailes with her thornie teeth, 
The conquering lyonefTe mall attend on thee, 

600 And laie huge heapes of flaughtered carcafes 

As 



in Barbaric. 

As bulwarkes in her waie to keepe her backe. 
I will prouide thee of a princely ofpraie, 
That as me flyeth ouer fifh in pooles, 
The fifh fhall turne their glittering bellies vp, 
And thou (halt take thy liberall choice of all, 
loues ftately bird with wide commanding wings 
Shall houer ftill about thy princely head, 
And beate downe fowle by moles into thy lap, 
Feede then and faint not faire Calypolis. 

Calyp. Thankes good my Lord, and though my fto- 610 

macke be 

Too queafie to difgeft fuch bloudie meate, 
Yet ftrength I it with vertue of my minde, 
I doubt no whit but I mail Hue my Lord. 

Moore. Into the fhades then faire Calypolis, 
And make thy fonne and Negros here good cheere, 
Feede and be fat that we may meete the foe 
With ftrength and terror to reuenge our wrong. 618 

Enter Sebaftian king of Portugal^ the Duke of Auero^ Act 11 
the duke ofBarceles, Leues de Silua^ Chriftophero de 'Tauera sc - iv 

Sebaft. Call forth thofe Moores, thofe men of Bar- 

barie, 
That came with letters from the king of Fefle. 

Exit one. 

Ye warlike lords and men of chiualrie, 
Honorable Embafiadors of this high regent, 
Harke to Sebaftian king of Portugall : 
Thefe letters fent from your diftrefTed Lord, 
Torne from iis throne by Abdilmelecs hand, 
Strengthned and raifde by furious Amurath, 630 

Imports a kingly fauor at our hands, 
For aide to reobtaine his roiall feate, 
And place his fortunes in their former height. 

C 3 For 



The battell of Alcazar 

For quitall of which honorable armes, 

By thefe his letters he doth firmely vow, 

Wholy to yeeld and to furrender vp 

The kingdome of Maroccus to our hands. 

And to become to vs contributarie, 

And to content himfelfe with the realme of FefTe, 

640 Thefe lines my Lords writ in extremitie, 
Containe therefore but during fortunes date, 
How mall Sebaftian then beleeue the fame ? 

Embaf. Viceroies, and moft chriftian king of Por- 

tugall, 

To fatisfie thy doubtfull minde heerein, 
Command forthwith a blafing brand of fire 
Be brought in prefence of thy maieftie, 
Then fhalt thou fee by our religious vowes 
And ceremonies moft inuiolate 

650 How firme our foueraignes proteftations are, 
Beholde my Lord, this bindes our faith to thee, 
In token that great Muly Mahamets hand 
Hath writ no more than his ftout heart allowes, 
And will performe to thee and to thine heires, 
We offer heere our hands into this flame, 
And as this flame doth faften on this flefh, 
So from our foules we wifh it may confume 
The heart of our great Lord and foueraigne 
Muly Mahamet king of Barbaric, 

660 If his intent agree not with his wordes. 

Sebaft. Thefe ceremonies and proteftations 
Sufficeth vs ye Lordes of Barbaric, 
Therefore returne this anfwere to your king, 
Aflure him by the honour of my crowne, 
And by Sebaftians true vnfained faith 
He mall haue aide and fuccour to recouer, 
And feate him in his former emperie, 
Let him relie vpon our princely word, 

Tell 



in Barbaric. 

Tell him by Auguft we will come to him, 

With fuch a power of braue impatient mindes, 670 

As Abdelmelec and great Amurath 

Shall tremble at the ftrength of Portugall. 

Emb. Thanks to the renowmed king of Portugal 
On whofe ftout promifes our ftate depend. 

Sebaft. Barbarians go glad your diftreffed king, 
And faie Sebaftian Hues to right his wrong, Exit. 

Duke of Auero call in thofe Englifh-men, 
Don Stukley, and thofe Captaines of the fleet 
That lately landed in our bay of Lisborne. 
Now breath Sebaftian, and in breathing blow 680 

Some gentle gale of thy new formed ioyes, 
Duke of Auero, it mall be your charge, 
To take the mufter of the Portugals, 
And braueft blouds of all our countrie, 
Lewes de Sylua you mall be difpatcht 
With letters vnto Philip king of Spaine, 
Tell him we craue his aide in this behalfe, 
I know our brother Philip nill denie 
His furtherance in this holy chriftian warre, 
Duke of Barceles as thy anceftors 690 

Haue alwaies loiall bin to Portugall, 
So now in honor of thy toward youth, 
Thy charge {hall be to Anwerpe fpeedily, 
To hire vs mercenarie men at armes, 
Promife them princely paie, and be thou fure 
Thy word is ours, Sebaftian fpeakes the word. 

Chri. I befeech your maieftie imploy me in this war. 

Seb. Chriftopher de Tauera, next vnto my felfe 
My good Efeftian, and my bedfellow, 
Thy cares and mine mall be alike in this, 700 

Enter Stukley and the reft. 
And thou and I will Hue and die together. 
And now braue Englifh-men to you, 

Whom 



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Whom angrie ftormes haue put into our bay, 
Hold not your fortune ere the worfe in this, 
We holde our ftrangers honors in our hand, 
And for diftreffed franke and free reliefe, 
Tell me then Stukley, for thats thy name 1 trow, 
Wilt thou in honor of thy countries fame, 

710 Hazard thy perfon in this braue exploit, 
And follow vs to fruitfull Barbaric, 
With thefe fixe thoufand fouldiers thou haft brought 
And choicely pickt through wanton Italy, 
Thou art a man of gallant perfonage, 
Proud in thy lookes, and famous euerie waie, 
Frankly tell me, wilt thou go with me ? 

Stuk. Couragious king, the wonder of my thoughts 
And yet my Lord, with pardon vnderftand, 
My felfe and thefe, whom weather hath inforft, 

720 To lie at roade vpon thy gracious coaft, 

Did bend our courfe and made amaine for Ireland. 
Sebaft. For Ireland Stukley, thou miftakft me won- 

derous much, 
With feuen fhippes, two pinnaces, and fixe thoufand 

men, 

I tell thee Stukley, they are farre too weake, 
To violate the Queene of Irelands right, 
For Irelands Queene commandeth Englands force, 
Were euerie (hip ten thoufand on the feas, 

730 Mand with the ftrength of all the Eafterne kings, 
Conuaying all the monarchs of the world, 
To inuade the Hand where her highnes raignes, 
Twere all in vaine, for heauens and deftinies 
Attend and wait vpon her Maieftie, 
Sacred, imperiall, and holy is her feate, 
Shining with wifedome, loue and mightines. 
Nature that euerie thing imperfect made, 
Fortune that neuer yet was conftant found, 

Time 



in Barbaric. 

Time that defaceth euerie golden fhew, 

Dare not decay, remoue, or be impure, 74 

Both nature, time and fortune, all agree, 

To blefTe and ferue her roiall maieftie, 

The wallowing Ocean hems her round about, 

Whofe raging flouds do fwallow vp her foes, 

And on the rockes their mips in peeces fplit, 

And euen in Spaine where all the traitors dance, 

And plaie themfelues vpon a funny daie, 

Securely gard the weft part of her Ifle, 

The South the narow Britaine fea begirts, 

Where Veptune fits in triumph, to direct 750 

Their courfe to hell that aime at her difgrace, 

The Germaine feas alongft the Eaft do run, 

Where Nenus banquets all her water Nymphs, 

That with her beautie glanfing on the waues, 

Difdaines the checke of faire Proferpina, 

Aduife thee then proud Stukley ere thou paiTe, 

To wrong the wonder of the higheft God, 

Sith danger, death and hell doth follow thee, 

Thee and them all that feeke to danger her. 

If honor be the marke wherat thou aimft, 760 

Then followe me in holy chriftian warres, 

And leaue to feeke thy Countries ouerthrow. 

Stuk. Rather my Lord, let me admire thefe wordes, 
Than anfwere to your firme obiections, 
His holynes Pope Gregorie the feuenth, 
Hath made vs foure the leaders of the reft, 
Amongft the reft my Lord, I am but one, 
If they agree, Stukley will be the firft 
To die with honor for Sebaftian. 

Sebaft. Tell me Lord Bifhop, Captaines tell me all, 770 
Are you content to leaue this enterprife, 
Againft your countrie and your countrie men, 
To aide Mahamet king of Barbaric ? 

D Bijh 



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Bijh. To aide Mahamet king of Barbaric, 
Tis gainft our vowes great king of Portugall. 

Seoaft. Then Captaines what faie you ? 

Jonas I faie my Lord as the Bifhop faid, 
We may not turne from conquering Ireland. 

Hen. Our countrie and our country-men will con- 
780 demne 

Vs worthie of death, if we neglect our vowes. 

Sebaft. Confider Lords you are now in Portugall, 
And I may now difpofe of you and yours. 
Hath not the winde and weather giuen you vp, 
And made you captiues to our roiall will ? 

lonas. It hath my Lord, and willingly wee yeeld 
To be commanded by your maieftie, 
But if you make vs voluntarie men, 
Our courfe is then direct for Ireland. 
790 Sebaft. That courfe will we direct for Barbary, 
Follow me Lords, Sebaftian leades the way, 
To plant the chriftian fath in Affrica. 

Stuk. Saint George for England, and Irelande nowe 

adue, 

For here Tom Stukley fhapes his courfe anue. 

Exit. 

Act 111 Enter the prejenter andjpeakes. 

Lo thus into a lake of bloud and gore, 
The braue couragious king of Portugall 
800 Hath drencht himfelfe, and now prepares amaine 
With failes and oares to crofle the fwelling feas, 
With men and mips, courage and canon mot, 
To plant this curfed Moore in fatall houre, 
And in this Catholike cafe the king of Spaine 
Is cald vpon by fweet Sebaftian. 
Who furfetting in prime time of his youth, 

Vpon 



in Barbaric. 

Vpon ambitious poifon dies thereon. 
By this time is the Moore to Tangar come, 
A citie longing to the Portugall, 

And now doth Spaine promife with holy face, 810 

As fauouring the honor of the caufe, 
His aide of armes, and leuies men apace, 
But nothing lefle than king Sebaftians good 
He meanes, yet at Sucor de Tupea, 
He met fome faie in perfon with the Portugall, 
And treateth of a marriage with the king, 
But ware ambitious wiles and poifned eies, 
There was nor aide of armes nor marriage, 
For on his waie without thofe Spaniardes king Seba- 
ftian went. 820 



Enter the king of Portugall and his Lordes, Lewes de Syl- Act III 
^ and the Embajsadors of Spaine. sc - * 



Seb. Honorable Lords, Embafladors of Spaine, 
The many fauors by our meetings done 
From our beloued and renowmed brother, 
Philip the Catholike king of Spaine 
Say therefore good my Lord EmbafTador, 
Saie how your mightie mafter minded is, 
To propagate the fame of Portugall. 

Embaf. To propagate the fame of Portugall, 830 

And plant religious truth in AfFrica, 
Philip the great and puifant king of Spaine, 
For loue and honor of Sebaftians name, 
Promifeth aide of armes, and fweares by vs 
To doe your maieftie all the good he can, 
With men, munition, and fupply of warre, 
Of Spaniards proud in king Sebaftians aide, 

D 2 To 



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To fpend their blouds in honor of their Chrift. 

Legate. And farther to manifeft vnto your maiefty 
840 How much the Catholike king of Spaine affects 

This warre with Moores and men of little faith, 

The honour of your euerlafting praife, 

Behold to honor and inlarge thy name, 

He maketh offer of his daughter Ifabel, 

To linke in marriage with the braue Sebaftian, 

And to inrich Sebaftians noble wife, 

His maieftie with promife to refigne 

The titles of the Iflands of Moloccus, 

That by his roialtie in ludah he commands 
850 Thefe fauors with vnfained loue and zeale, 

Voweth king Philip to king Sebaftian. 

Sebaft. And God fo deale with king Sebaftians foul 

As iuftly he intends to fight for Chrift, 

Nobles of Spaine, fith our renowmed brother, 

Philip the king of honor and of zeale, 

By you the chofen Orators of Spaine, 

The offer of the holdes he makes 

Are not fo precious in our account, 

As is the peerlefle dame whom we adore, 
860 His daughter, in whofe loyaltie confifts 

The life and honor of Sebaftian. 

As for the aide of armes he promifeth, 

We will expect, and thankfully receiue 

At Cardis, as we faile alongft the coaft. 

Sebaftian clap thy hands for ioy, 

Honourd by this meeting and this match, 

Go Lords and follow to the famous warre 

Your king, and be his fortune fuch in all, 

As he intends to manage armes in right. 
870 Exeunt. 

Manet Stukley and another. 
Stuk. Sit faft Sebaftian, and in this worke 

God 



in Barbaric. 

God and good men labor for Portugal!, 
For Spaine difguifing with a double face. 
Flatters thy youth and forwardnes good king, 
Philip whome fome call the catholike king, 
I feare me much thy faith will not be firme, 
But difagree with thy profefsion. 

The other. What then mall of thefe men of warre be 
come, 880 
Thofe numbers that do multiply in Spaine ? 

Sluk. Spaine hath a vent for them and their fupplies, 
The Spaniard readie to imbarke himfelfe, 
Heere gathers to a head, but all to fure, 
Flanders I feare mall feele the force of Spaine, 
Let Portugall fare as he may or can, 
Spaine meanes to fpend no pouder on the moores. 

The other. If kings doo dally fo with holy oaths, 
The heauens will right the wrongs that they fuftaine, 
Philip if thefe forgeries be in thee, 890 

AfTure thee king, twill light on thee at laft, 
And when proud Spaine hopes foundly to preuaile, 
The time may come that thou and thine mall faile. 

Exit. 

Enter Abdelmelec, Muly Mahamet Seth y Zareo Act 111 
and their Traine. * c - " 

Abdelm. The Portugall lead with deceiuing hope, 
Hath raifde his power, and receiu'd our foe 
With honorable welcomes and regard, 
And left his countrie bounds, and hether bends, 900 

In hope to helpe Mahamet to a crowne, 
And chafe vs hence, and plant this Negro moore 
That clads himfelfe in coat of hammerd fteele, 
To heaue vs from the honor we poflefTe, 
But for I haue my felfe a fouldier bin, 

D 3 I haue 



The battell of Alcazar 

I haue in pittie to the Portugall 
Sent fecret meffengers to counfell him. 
As for the aide of Spaine whereof they hop'd, 
We haue difpatcht our letters to their prince, 
910 To craue that in a quarrell fo vniuft, 
He that intituled is the Catholike king. 
Would not afsift a carelefle chriftian prince, 
And as by letters we are let to know, 
Our offer of the feuen holdes we made, 
He thankfully receines, with all conditions, 
Differing in minde farre from all his wordes 
And promifes to king Sebaftian, 
As we would wifh, or you my Lords defire. 

Zareo. What refteth then but Abdelmelec may 
920 Beate backe this proud inuading Portugal^ 
And chaftice this ambitious Negro moore 
With thoufand deaths for thoufand damned deeds. 

Abdilm. Forward Zareo and ye manly moores, 
Sebaftian fee in time vnto thy felfe, 
If thou and thine mifled doe thriue amiffe, 
Guiltleffe is Abdilmelec of thy bloud. 

Exeunt. 

Act III Enter Don de Menyfis gouernor of Tangar^ with his com- 
sc. in panie /peaking to the Captaine. 

930 Gouer. Captaine, we haue receiued Letters from the 

king, 

That with fuch iignes and arguments of loue, 
We entertaine the king of Barbaric, 
That marcheth toward Tangar with his men, 
The poore remainders of thofe that fled from Feffe, 
When Abdilmelec got the glorious day, 
And ftald himfelfe in his emperiall throne. 
Cap. Lord gouernor, we are in readines 
To welcome and receiue this hapleffe king, 

Chafed 



in Barbaric. 

Chafed from his land by angrie Amurath, 940 

And if the right reft in this luftie Moore, 

Bearing a princely heart vnvanqui friable, 

A noble refolution than it is, 

In braue Sebaftian our chriftian king, 

To aide this Moore with his victorious armes, 

Thereby to propagate religious truth. 

And plant his fpringing praife in Affrica. 

Ano. Capt. But when ariues this braue Sebaftian, 
To knit his forces with this manly Moore, 
That both in one, and one in both may ioyne 950 

In this attempt of noble confequence ? 
Our men of Tangar long to fee their king, 
Whofe princely face that lyke the fummers fonne, 
Glads all thefe hether parts of Barbaric. 

Gouern. Captaines, he commeth hetherward amaine, 
Top and top gallant, all in braue araie 
The 26. daie of lune he lefte the bay of Lisborne, 
And with all his fleete at Cardis happily he 
Ariu'de in Spain the eight of luly, tarrying for the aide 
That Philip king of Spaine had promifed, 960 

And fifteene daies he there remaind aboord, 
Expecting when this Spanifh force would come, 
Nor ftept a more as he were going ftill : 
But Spaine that meant and minded nothing lefTe, 
pretends a fodaine feare and care to keepe 
His owne from Amuraths fierce inuafion, 
And to excufe his promife to our king, 
For which he ftormes as great Achilles earft. 
Lying for want of winde in Aldeft gulfe, 
And hoifeth vp his failes, and anchors waighs, 970 

And hetherward he comes, and lookes to meete 
This manly Moore, whofe cafe he vndertakes, 
Therefore go we to welcome and refcue, 
With canon fhot, and mouts of yong and olde, 

This 



The battell of Alcazar 

This fleet of Portugals and troupe of Moores. 

Exit. 

Act 111 The Trumpets found, the chambers are difchargde. Then 
sc. iv en t er th e fa n g O f Portugal! and the Moore, with all theyr 
traine. 

980 Sebaft. Muly Mahamet king of Barbaric 

Well met, and welcome to our towne of Tanger, 
After this fodaine fhocke and hapleffe warre, 
Welcome braue Queene of Moores, repofe thee here, 
Thou and thy noble fonne, and fouldiers all, 
Ropofe you here in king Sebaftians towne. 
Thus farre in honor of thy name and aide 
Lord Mahamet, we haue aduentured 
To winne for thee a kingdome, for our felues 
Fame, and performance of thofe promifes, 

990 That in thy faith and roialtie thou haft 
Sworne to Sebaftian king of Portugal^ 
And thriue it fo with thee as thou doeft meane, 
And meane thou fo as thou doeft wifh to thriue, 
And if our Chrift for whom in chiefe we fight, 
Heereby to inlarge the bounds of chriftendome, 
Fauor this warre, and as I do not doubt, 
Send victorie to light vpon my creft. 
Braue Moore I will aduance thy kingly fonne, 
And with a diademe of pearle and golde, 

i ooo Adorne thy temples and inrich thy head, 

Moore O braue Sebaftian noble Portugal^ 
Renowmd and honourd euer maift thou bee, 
Triumpher ouer thofe that menace thee. 
The hellim prince grim Pluto with his mace 
Ding downe my foule to hel, and with this foule 
This fonne of mine, the honor of my houfe, 
But I performe religioufly to thee, 

That 



in Barbaric. 

That I haue holyly earft vndertane, 

And that thy Lords and Captaines may perceiue 

My minde in this fingle and pure to be, 1010 

As pure as is the water of the brooke, 

My deareft fonne to thee I doo ingage, 

Receiue him Lord in hoftage of my vow, 

For euen my minde prefageth to my felfe, 

That in fome flauim fort I ihall beholde 

Him dragde along this running riuer more, 

A fpectacle to dant the pride of thofe 

That climbe aloft by force, and not by right. 

The Moores fonne. Nor can it otherwife befall the man 
That keeps his feate and fcepter all in feare, 1020 

That weares his crowne in eie of all the world, 
Reputed theft and not inheritance. 
What tide then hath Abdilmelec here, 
To barre our father or his progenie, 
Right roiall prince, hereof you make no doubt, 
Agreeing with your wholfome chriftian lawes, 
Helpe then couragious Lord with hand and fword, 
To cleere his waie, whofe lets are lawlefTe men, 
And for this deede ye all ihall be renowmd, 
Renowmd and chronicled in bookes of fame, 1030 

In bookes of fame and caracters of brafTe, 
Of brafle, nay beaten golde, fight then for fame, 
And finde the Arabian Muly Hamet here, 
Aduenturous, bold, and full of rich reward. 

Sfuk. Braue boy, how plaine this princely mind in 

thee 

Argues the height and honor of thy birth, 
And well haue I obferu'd thy forwardnes, 
Which being tendred by your maieftie, 
No doubt the quarrell opened by the mouth 1040 

Of this yong prince vnpartially to vs, 
May animate and hearten all the hoaft, 

E To 



The battell of Alcazar 

To fight againft the deuill for Lord Mahamet. 

Sebaft. True Stukley, and fo frefhly to my minde, 
Hath this yong prince redus'd his fathers wrong, 
That in good time I hope this honors fire, 
Kindled alreadie with regard of right, 
Burfts into open flames, and cals ror warres, 
Warres, warres to plant the true fucceeding prince. 
1050 Lord Mahamet, I take thy noble fonne 
A pledge of honor, and fhal vfe him fo. 
Lord Lodowicke, and my good Lord of Auero 
See this yong prince conuaide fafe to Meflegon, 
And there accompanide as him fitteth beft, 
And to this warre prepare ye more and lefle, 
This rightfull warre, that Chriftians God will blefle. 

Exeunt. 

Act IV Act US 4. 

The prefenterjpeaketb. 

1060 Now hardned is this haplefle heathen prince, 
And ftrengthned by the armes of Portugall, 
This Moore, this murtherer of his progenie. 
And warre and weapons now, and bloud and death 
Wait on the counfels of this curfed king : 
And to a bloudie banket he inuites 
The braue Sebaftian and his noble peeres. 

Enter to the bloudie banket. 

In fatall houre ariu'd this peerelefTe prince, 
To loofe his life, his life and many Hues 
1070 Of luftie men, couragious Portugals, 
Drawen by ambitious golden lookes, 
Let fame of him no wrongfull cenfure found, 

Honor 



in Barbaric. 

Honour was obiect of his thoughtes, ambition was 
his ground. Exit. 

Enter Abdilmelec and his traine. Act IV 

sc. i 

Abdilm. Now tell mee Celybin, what doeth the e- 
nemie ? 

Celybin. The enemie dread lord, hath left the towne 
Of Areil, with a thoufand fouldiers armde, 
To gard his fleet of thirteene hundred faile, 1080 

And muttering of his men before the wals, 
He found he had two thoufand armed horfe, 
And foureteene thoufand men that ferue on foot. 
Three thoufand pioners, and a thoufand cochmen, 
Befides a number almoft numberlefle 
Of drudges, Negroes, flaues and Muliters, 
Horfe-boies, landrefles and curtizans, 
And fifteene hundred waggons full of ftuflre 
For noble men, brought vp in delicate. 

AbdiL Alas good king, thy fore-fight hath bin fmall 1090 
To come with women into Barbaric, 
With landrefle, with baggage, and with tram, 
Numbers vnfit to multiplie thy hoaft. 

Cely. Their paiment in the campe is pafsing flow, 
And victuals fcarce, that many faint and die. 

Abdilm. But whether marcheth he in all this haft ? 

Cely. Some thinkes he marcheth hetherward, 
And meanes to take this citie of Alcazar. 

AbdiL Vnto Alcazar, O vnconftant chance ! 

Cely. The braue and valiant king of Portugall noo 

Quarters his power in foure batalians, 
Afront the which, to welcome vs withall, 
Are fixe and thirtie roaring peeces plaft, 
The firft confifting of light armed horfe, 
And of the garifons from Tangar brought 

E2 IS 



The battell of Alcazar 

Is lead by Aluaro Peres de Tauero, 

The left or middle battell of Italians, 

And Germane horfe-men Stukley doth command, 

A warlike Englifhman fent by the pope, 

1 1 10 That vainly cals himfelfe Marques of Ireland. 
Alonjo Aquilaz conducts the third, 
That wing of Germaine fouldiers moft confifts. 
The fourth legion is none but Portugals, 
Of whom Lodeuico Caefar hath the chiefeft charge, 
Befides there ftand fixe thoufand horfe 
Brauely attirde, preft where need requires. 
Thus haue I tolde your roiall maieftie, 
How he is plac'd to braue his fight. 

Abdil. But where's our nephew Muly Mahamet ? 

1 1 20 Cely He marcheth in the middle, garded about 
With full fiue hundred hargubuze on foote, 
And twice three thoufand needlefle armed pikes. 

Zareo. Great foueraigne, vouchfafe to heare me fpeak, 
And let Zareos counfell now preuaile, 
Whilft time doth ferue, and that thefe Chriftians dare 
Approch the field with warlike Enfignes fpread, 
Let vs in haft with all our forces meete, 
And hemme them in, that not a man efcape, 
So will they be aduifde another time, 

1130 How they doo touch the fhore of Barbaric. 

Abdilm. Zareo, heare our refolution, 
And thus our forces we will firft difpofe, 
Hamet my brother with a thoufand mot 
On horfe-backe, and choice harguebuziers all, 
Hauing ten thoufand with fpeare and fhield, 
Shall make the right wing of the battell vp, 
Zareo you mall haue in charge the left, 
Two thoufand argolets and ten thoufand horfe, 
The maine battell of harguebuze on foot, 

1140 And twentie thoufand horfe-men in their troupes, 

My 



in Barbaric. 

My felfe inuirond with my truftie gard 

Of Janizaries, fortunate in warre, 

And toward Arzil will we take our waie, 

If then our enemie will balke our force, 

In Gods name let him, it will be his beft, 

But if he leuell at Alcazar wals, 

Then beate him backe with bullets as thicke as haile, 

And make him know and rue his ouerfight, 

That rafhly feekes the ruine of this land. 

Exeunt. 1150 



Enter Sebaflian king of Portugal^ the Duke of Auero^ Act 
Stukley, and others. sc - 



Sebaft. Why tell me Lords, why left ye Portugall, 
And croft the feas with vs to Barbaric, 
Was it to fee the countrie and no more, 
Or elfe to flay before ye were aflaild ? 
I am afhamd to thinke that fuch as you, 
Whofe deeds haue bin renowmed heretofore, 
Should flacke in fuch an act of confequence, 
We come to fight, and fighting vow to die, 1 1 60 

Or elfe to win the thing for which we came, 
Becaufe Abdilmelec as pittying vs, 
Sends mefTages to counfell quietnes, 
You ftand amaz'd and thinke it found aduife, 
As if our enemie would wifh vs anie good, 
No, let him know we fcorne his curtefie, 
And will refift his forces what fo ere. 
Caft feare afide, my felfe will leade the way, 
And make a paffage with my conquering fword 
Knee deepe in bloud of thefe accurfed Moores, 1 1 70 

And they that loue my honor follow me. 

E 3 Were 



The battell of Alcazar 

Were you as refolute as is your king. 
Alcazar wals fhould fall before your face, 
And all the force of this Barbarian Lord 
Should be confounded, were it ten times more. 

Auero. So well become thefe words a kingly mouth 
That are of force to make a coward fight, 
But when aduice and prudent fore-fight 
Is ioynd with fuch magnanimitie, 
1 1 80 Troupes of victorie and kingly fpoiles 

Adorne his crowne, his kingdome, and his fame. 

Here. We haue defcride vpon the mountaine tops 
A hugie companie of inuading Moores, 
And they my lord, as thicke as winters haile, 
Will fall vpon our heads at vnawares, 
Beft then betimes t'auoide this gloomie ftorme, 
It is in vaine to ftriue with fuch a ftreame. 

Enter Muly Mahamet. 

Muly Mab. Beholde thrice noble Lorde, vncalde I 
1190 come, 

To counfell where necefsitie commands, 

And honor of vndoubted victorie, 

Makes me exclime vpon this daftard flight. 

Why king Sebaftian, wilt thou now fore-flow, 

And let fo great a glorie flip thy hands ? 

Saie you doo march vnto TarifTa now, 

The forces of the foe are come fo nigh, 

That he will let the pafTage of the riuer, 

So vnawares you will be forft to fight. 
1 200 But know O king, and you thrice valiant Lords, 

Few blowes will ferue, I aske but onely this, 

That with your power you march into the field, 

For now is all the armie refolute, 

To leaue the traitor helpleffe in the fight, 

And 



in Barbaric. 

And flie to me as to their rightfull prince, 

Some horfe-men haue alreadie lead the waie, 

And vow the like for their companions, 

The hoft is full of tumult and of feare. 

Then as you come to plant me in my feate, 

And to inlarge your fame in Affrica, 1210 

Now, now or neuer brauely execute 

Your refolution found and honorable, 

And end this warre together with his life, 

That doth vfurpe the crowne with tyrannic. 

Sebaft. Captaines, you heare the reafons of the king, 
Which fo effectually haue pearft wine eares, 
That I am fully refolute to fight, 
And who refufeth now to follow me, 
Let him be euer counted cowardly. 

Auero. Shame be his {hare that flies when kings do 1220 

fight, 
Auero laies his life before your feet. 

Stukley For my parte Lordes, I cannot fell my bloud 
Deerer than in the companie of kings. 

Exeunt. 

Manet Muly Mahamet. 

Muly Ma. Now haue I fet thefe Portugals aworke, 
To hew a waie for me vnto the crowne, 
Or with your weapons here to dig your graues, 
You daftards of the night and Erybus, 1230 

Fiends, Fairies, hags that fight in beds of fteele, 
Range through this armie with your yron whips, 
Driuc forward to this deed this chriftian crew, 
And let me triumph in the tragedie, 
Though it be feald and honourd with my bloud, 
Both of the Portugall and barbarous Moore, 
Ride Nemifis, ride in thy fine cart, 

And 



The battell of Alcazar 

And fprinkle gore amongft thefe men of warre, 
That either partie eager of reuenge, 

1240 May honor thee with facrifice of death, 

And hauing bath'd thy chariot wheeles in bloud, 
Defcend and take to thy tormenting hell, 
The mangled bodie of that traitor king, 
That fcornes the power and force of Portugall. 
Then let the earth difcouer to his ghoft, 
Such tortures as vfurpers feele below, 
Rackt let him be in proud Ixions wheele, 
Pinde let him be with Tantalus endleffe thirft, 
Praie let him be to Tifons greedie bird, 

1250 Wearied with Sifiphus immortall toile, 
And laftly for reuenge, for deepe reuenge, 
Whereof thou goddefTe and deuifer art, 
Damnd let him be, damnd and condemnd to beare 
All torments, tortures, plagues and paines of hell. 

Exit. 

Act V Enter the Prejenter before the lafl dumbe Jho<w y 

andjpeaketh. 

Ill be to him that fo much ill bethinkes, 
And ill betide this foule ambitious Moore, 
i26oWhofe wily traines with fmootheft courfe of fpeech, 
Hath tide and tangled in a dangerous warre, 
The fierce and manly king of Portugall. 

Lightning and thunder. 
Nowe throwe the heauens foorth their lightning 

flames, 

And thunder ouer Affrickes fatall fields, 
Bloud will have bloud, foul murther fcape no fcourge. 
Enter Fame like an Angell, and hangs the 

crownes vfon a tree. 
1270 At laft defcendeth fame as Iris, 

To 



in Barbaric. 

To finifh fainting Didoes dying lyfe, 
Fame from her ftately bowre doth defcend, 
And on the tree as fruit new ripe to fall, 
Placeth the crownes of thefe vnhappie kings, 
That earft me kept in eie of all the world. 

Heere the blazing Starre. 
Now fine ftarres and ftreaming comets blaze, 
That threat the earth and princes of the fame. 

Fire workes. 

Fire, fire about the axiltree of heauen, 1280 

Whoorles round, and from the foot of Cafyopa 
In fatall houre confumes thefe fatall crownes, 

One f ah. 
Downe fals the diademe of Portugall, 

The other f ah. 

The crownes of Barbary and kingdomes fall, 
Ay me, that kingdomes may not ftable ftand, 
And now approching neere the difmall day, 
The bloudie daie wherein the battels ioyne, 
Mondaie the fourth of Auguft feuentie eight, 1290 

The funne mines wholy on the parched earth, 
The brighter!: planet in the higheft heauen, 
The heathens eager bent againft their foe, 
Giue onfet with great ordnance to the warre. 
The chriftians with great noife of canon mot, 
Send angrie onfets to the enemie. 
Geue eare and heare how warre begins his fong, 
With dreadfull clamors, noife, and trumpets found. 

Exit. 1299 

Alarums within, let the chambers be difcharged, then Act V 

enter to the battell, and the M cores flie. * 

Skirmifh ftill, then enter Abdilmelec in his chaire, Za- 

reo and their traine. 

Abdil. Saie on Zareo, tell me all the newes, 
Tell me what furie rangeth in our campe, 

F That 



The battell of Alcazar 

That hath inforft our Moores to turne their backes. 
Zareo faie, what chance did bode this ill. 
What ill inforft this daftard cowardife ? 

Zareo. My Lord, fuch chance as wilfull warre affords 

1310 Such chances and misfortunes as attend 
On him, the God of battell and of armes, 
My Lord, when with our ordenance fierce we fent 
Our Moores with fmaller mot as thicke as haile, 
Followes apace to charge the Portugall, 
The valiant Duke the deuill of Auero, 
The bane of Barbary, fraughted full of ire 
Breakes through the rankes, and with fiue hundred 

horffc 
All men at armes, forward and full of might, 

1320 AfTaults the middle wing, and puts to flight 

Eight thoufand Harquebufh that feru'd on foot, 

And twentie thoufand Moores with fpeare & meild : 

And therewithall the honour of the day. 

Abdel. Ah Abdelmelec dooft thou Hue to heare 
This bitter procefle of this first attempt ? 
Labour my Lords to renue our force, 
Of fainting Moores, and fight it to the laft. 
My horfle Zareo, O the goale is loft, 
The goale is loft, thou King of Portugall 

1330 Thrice happy chance it is for thee and thine 

That heauens abates my ftrength and calles me hence. 
My fight doth faile, my foule, my feeble foule 
Shall be releafte from prifon on this earth : 
Farwell vaine world for I haue playd my parte. 

He dyeth. 

A long Skirmidge, and then enter his bro 
ther Muly Mahomet Seth. 

Muly. Braue Abdelmelec, thou thrife noble Lord, 
Not fuch a wound was giuen to Barbary, 

Had 



in Barbaric. 

Had twenty hoafts of men beene put to fwoord 1340 

As death, pale death with fatall fhaft hath giuen. 
Loe dead is he, my brother and my King 
Whome I might haue reuiu'd with newes I bring. 

Zareo. His honours and his types he hath refignde 
Vnto the world, and of a manly man 
Loe, in a twinckling a fencelerfe ftocke we fee. 

Muly. You truftie foldiers of this warlike King, 
Be counfailde now by vs in this aduife, 
Let not his death be bruted in the campe, 
Lead with the fodaine forrowe of the newes, 1350 

The armye wholy be difcomfited. 
My Lord Zareo thus I comforte you, 
Our Moores haue brauely borne themfelues in fight 
Likely to get the honour of the day 
If ought may gotten be where lofle is fuch. 
Therfore in this apparell as he dyed 
My noble brother will we heere aduance 
And fet him in his chayre with cunning props, 
That our Barbarians may beholde their King 
And thinke he doth repofe him in his Tent. 1360 

Zareo. Right pollitique and good is your aduice, 
Goe then to fee it fpeedily per for md. 
Braue Lord, if Barbary recouer this, 
Thy foule with ioy will fit and fee the fight. 

Exeunt. 

Alarmes. Enter to the battaile, and the chri- 

ftians flye. The Duke of A- 

uero flaine. 

Enter Sebaftian and Stukeley. 

Sebaft. Seeft thou not Stukley, O Stukley feeft 1370 

thou not 
The great difhonour doone to Chriftendome ? 

F2 Our 



The battell of Alcazar 

Our cheerfull onfet croft in fpringing hope, 
The braue and mightie prince. Duke of Auero 
Slaine in my fight, now ioy betide his ghoft, 
For like a lyon did he beare himfelfe. 
Our battels are all now difordered, 
And by our horfes ftrange retiring backe, 
Our middle wing of foot-men ouer-rod. 
1380 Stukley, alas I fee my ouer-fight, 

Falfe hearted Mahamet, now to my coft, 
I fee thy trecherie, warnd to beware 
A face fo full of fraud and villanie. 

Alarums within, and they runne out, and two fet vp- 

pon Stukley, and he driueth them in. 
Then enter the Moore and his boy flying. 

Moore. Villaine, a horfe. 

Boy. Oh my Lord, if you returne you die. 

Moore. Villaine I faie, giue me a horfe to flie, 
1390 To fwimme the riuer villaine, and to flie. 

Exit boy. 

Where fhall I finde fome vnfrequented place, 
Some vncouth walke where I may curfe my fill, 
My ftarres, my dam, my planets and my nurfe, 
The fire, the aire, the water, and the earth, 
All caufes that haue thus confpirde in one, 
To nourifh and preferue me to this fhame, 
Thou that wert at my birth predominate, 
Thou fatall ftarre, what planet ere thou be, 
1400 Spit out thy poifon bad, and all the ill 

That fortune, fate or heauen may bode a man. 
Thou Nurfe infortunate, guiltie of all : 
Thou mother of my life that broughtft me forth, 
Curft maift thou be for fuch a curled fonne, 
Curft be thy fonne with euerie curfe thou haft, 
Ye Elements of whome confifts this clay, 

This 



in Barbaric. 

This mafle of flefh, this curfed crazed corpes, 
Deftroy, difTolue, difturbe, and disfipate, 
What water, earth, and aire conieald. 

Alarums and enter the boy. 1410 

Boy. Oh my Lorde, thefe rulthlefle Moores purfue 

you at the heeles, 

And come amaine to put you to the fword. 

Moore. A horfe, a horfe, villaine a horfe, 

That I may take the riuer ftraight and flie, 

Boy. Here is a horfe my Lord, 
As fwiftly pac'd as Pegafus, 
Mount thee thereon, and faue thy felfe by flight. 

Moore. Mount me I will, 

But may I neuer pafTe the riuer till I be 1420 

Reuengde vpon thy foule accurfed Abdilmelec, 
If not on earth, yet when we meete in hell, 
Before grim Minos, Rodamant, and Eocus, 
The cumbat will I craue vpon thy ghoft, 
And drag thee thorough the lothfome pooles, 
Of Lethes, Stikes, and fine Phlegiton. 

Exit. 
Alarums. 
Enter Stukley with two Italians. 

Here. Stand traitor, ftand ambitious Englifh-man, 1430 
Proud Stukley ftand, and ftirre not ere thou die, 
Thy forwardnes to follow wrongfull armes, 
And leaue our famous expedition earft, 
Intended by his holynes for Ireland, 
Fouly hath here betraide, and tide vs all 
To ruthlefle furie of our heathen foe, 
For which as we are fure to die, 
Thou malt paie fatisfaction with thy bloud. 

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Stuk. Auant bafe villaines, twit ye me with fhame 

1440 Or infamie of this iniurious warre? 

When he that is the iudge of right and wrong 
Determines battaile as him pleafeth beft. 
But n*th my ftarres bode me this tragicke end 
That I muft perrifh by thefe barbarous Moores, 
Whofe weapons haue made paflage for my foule 
That breakes from out the prifon of my breft, 
Ye proud malicious dogges of Italy 
Strike on, ftrike downe this body to the earth 
Whofe mounting minde ftoopes to no feeble ftroke. 

1450 Stab him. 

lonas. Why fuffer we this Englim man to Hue ? 
Villaine bleed on, thy blood in chanels run 
And meet with thofe whome thou to death haft doon 

Exeunt. 

Stuk. Thus Stukley flaine with many a deadly ftab, 
Dyes in thefe defart feilds of Affrica. 
Harke freindes, and with the ftory of my life 
Let me beguile the torment of my death. 
In Englands London Lordings was I borne, 

1460 On that braue Bridge, the barre that thwarts the 

Thames. 

My golden dayes, my yonger careleffe yeeres, 
Were when I toucht the height of Fortunes wheele, 
And liu'd in affluence of wealth and eafe. 
Thus in my Countrie carried long aloft, 
A difcontented humor draue me thence 
To crofTe the Seas to Ireland, then to Spaine, 
There had I welcome and right royall pay 
Of Phillip, whome fome call the Catholique King, 

1470 There did Tom Stukley glitter all in golde, 
Mounted vpon his lennet white as fnowe, 
Shining as Phoebus in King Phillips Court, 
There like a Lord, famous Don Stukley liu'd, 

For 



in Barbaric. 

For fo they calde me in the Court of Spaine 

Till for a blowe I gaue a Bifhops man, 

A ftrife gan rife betweene his Lord and me, 

For which, we both were banifht by the King. 

From thence, to Rome rides Stukley all a flaunt, 

Receiud with royall welcomes of the Pope. 

There was I grac'd by Gregorye the great, 1480 

That then created me Marquis of Ireland. 

Short be my tale, becaufe my life is fhort, 

The coaft of Italy and Rome I left. 

Then was I made Leiftennant Generall 

Of thofe fmall Forces that for Ireland went, 

And with my companies embarkt at Auftria 

My Sayles I fpred, and with thefe men of warre 

In fatall houre at Lifhborne we ariu'd. 

From thence to this, to this hard exigent 

Was Stukley driuen to fight or els to dye, 1490 

Dar'd to the field, that neuer could endure 

To heare God Mars his drum, but he muft martch. 

Ah fweet Sebaftian, hadft thou beene well aduifde 

Thou mightft haue manag'd armes fucfeffully. 

But from our Cradles we were marked all 

And deftinate to dye in Affric heere. 

Stukley, the ftory of thy life is tolde, 

Here breath thy laft and bid thy freindes farwell. 

And if thy Countries kindnes be fo much, 

Then let thy Countrie kindely ring thy knell. 1500 

Now goe, and in that bed of honour dye 

Where braue Sebaftians breathles Courfe doth lye. 

Heere endeth Fortune, rule, and bitter rage : 

Heere ends Tom Stukleys pilgrimage. He dyeth 

Enter Muly Mahomet Seth and his traine, 

with Drums and Trumpets. 

Muly. Retreat is founded through our Camp, & now 

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From battells furie ceafe our conquering Moores, 
Paie thankes to heauen with facrificing fire, 
1510 Alcazar and ye townes of Barbaric. 

Now haft thou fit as in a trance and feene, 
To thy foules ioy and honor of thy houfe, 
The trophes and the triumphs of thy men. 
Great Abdilmelec and the God of kings. 
Hath made thy warre fuccesfull by thy right, 
His friends whom death and fates hath tane from thee, 
Lo this was he that was the peoples pride, 
And cheer full Sun-mine to his fubiects all, 
Now haue him hence, that roially he may 
1520 Be buried and imbalmd, as is meete. 

Zareo, haue you thorough the campe proclaimd 
As earft we gaue in charge ? 

Zareo. We haue my Lorde, and rich rewardes pro- 

pofde 

For them that finde the bodie of the king, 
For by thofe gard that had him in their charge, 
We vnderftand that he was done to death, 
And for his fearch two prifoners Portugals 
Are fet at large to finde their roiall king. 
i^o Muly Mab. But of the traitrous Moore you heare 

no newes. 
That fled the field and fought to fwim the foord ? 

Zareo. Not yet my Lord, but doubtlefTe God wil tell 
And with his finger point out where he hants. 

Muly Mab. So let it reft, and on this earth beftow 
This princely coarfe, till further for his, funerals 
We prouide. 

Zareo. From him to thee as true fucceeding prince, 
With all allegeance, and with honors tipes, 
1540 In name of all thy people and thy land, 
We giue this kingly crowne and diademe. 

Muly. We thanke you all, and as my lawfull right, 

With 



in Barbaric. 

With Gods defence and yours mall I keepe. 

Enter two Portugah with the bodie of the king. 

Port. As gaue your grace in charge, right roiall prince, 
The fields and fandie plaines we haue furuaide, 
And euen among the thickeft of his Lords, 
The noble king of Portugall we found 
Wrapt in his coulours coldly on the earth, 
And done to death with many a mortall wound. 1550 

Mah. Lo here my Lords, this is the earth and claie, 
Of him that earft was mightie king of Portugall, 
There let him lie, and you for this be free, 
To make returne from hence to chriftendome. 

Enter two bringing in the Moore. 

One. Long Hue the mightie king of Barbary. 

Mah. Welcome my friend, what bodie haft thou 
there ? 

One. The bodie of the ambitious enemie, 
That fquandred all this bloud in Afrrica, 1560 

Whofe mallice fent fo many foules to hell, 
The traitor Muly Mahamet doo I bring, 
And for thy flaue I throw him at thy feet. 

Mah. Zareo, giue this man a rich reward, 
And thanked be the God of iuft reuenge, 
That he hath giuen our foe into our hands, 
Beaftly, vnarmed, flauifh, full of fhame, 
But faie, how came this traitor to his end ? 

One y Seeking to faue his life by fhamefull flight, 
He mounteth on a hot Barbarian horfe, 1570 

And fo in purpofe to haue paft the ftreame, 
His headftrong ftead throwes him from out his feate, 
Where diuing oft for lacke of (kill to fwim, 

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It was my chance alone to fee him drownd, 
Whom by the heeles I dragd from out the poole, 
And hether haue him brought thus filde with mud. 

Mab. A death too good for fuch a damned wretch, 
But fith our rage and rigor of reuenge, 
By violence of his end preuented is, 

1580 That all the world may learne by him to auoide, 
To hall on princes to iniurious warre, 
His fkin we will be parted from his flem, 
And being ftifned out and ftuft with ftrawe, 
So to deterre and feare the lookers on, 
From anie fuch foule fact or bad attempt, 
Awaie with him. 

And now my Lords, for this chriftian king, 
My Lord Zareo, let it be your charge, 
To fee the fouldiers tread a folempne march, 

1 590 Trailing their pikes and Enfignes on the ground, 
So to performe the princes funeralls. 

Here endeth the tragicall battell of Alcazar. 



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